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"redwood avenue" - by adrian r. shaw a bit of biog
born o4 o6 7o, barnsley, s yorks
son of coal miner
miners strike makes me bitter, aged 14
vows never to go to london
despises all things south
"game over" 19/2o becomes interested in anarchy
becomes involved in peace movement
despises arms trade, deeply despises the ideas of west/u.s./work, hates being a part of britain
despises notion of 'england'
starts to hate himself and everything
attempts suicide
becomes trapped by his own dogma and facist thoughts, increasingly becomes obsessed with death, morals go out of the window, writes songs, draws and paints, writes plays, but tends to self-mythologize
"sunset over hollycroft" - by adrian r. shaw 1998 has a breakdown
seeks pyskitrik help
doesn't really help
refuses to take prozak
still suffers attacks of mental confusion
and paranoia
but finally realises it means nothing
reads
nietzsche's "beyond good and evil"
"lampost" - by adrian r. shaw 2ooo no longer believes he is alive
no longer believes in his past as some kind of story
depersonalises but in an affirmative way
no longer believes in love
no longer believes in family
tries to live creatively as possible
thinks a lot, wonders a lot
has no aims, he no longer wants anything
sits down and decomposes quietly
31 works in london
in an art gallery of all places
"redwood" - by adrian r. shaw i'm writing songs, my musical allies, this gets a bit silly but its a start - hank williams, buddy holly, michael holiday, jim reeves, ricky nelson, the beatles, elvis, dylan, jake thackray and the velvets with the beat happening, galaxie 5oo (the b h effected me a lot and still do) - that's my basic pallet
"winter over hollycroft" - by adrian r. shaw listening a lot to bach at the moment
ska,
dizzy gillespie live at mintons
and bbc archive birdsong lp which is making me think a lot
bird song (throw in the refrain from a 1ooo plateaus round about here)
i love robins
i'm drawing painting birds
"our house" - by adrian r. shaw art
all that
beuys of course, holbein, sigmar polke, klee, turner is a big one for me

i'm writing freely on anything at the moment, but academically trying to think about how music works using
deleuze
why can sound (as material, sonic bricks) be given a
life beyond exist in and of itself
become alive somehow
as some kind of eternal producer of effects
"up in my room" - by adrian r. shaw mmm 'writing with deleuze'
this all gets a bit bollocky, but thinking of him as a friend
write in his gascloud
mmm i'm not trying to use the text academically, not strictly
i'm not trying to interpret
critique it
but use it
like i use
dylan (although i do blatantly rip his chord changes now and again)
trying to write lyrically
  anyway maybe i should stop rambling

my band
the teenbeat (birkenhead branch - i was in birkenhead for 1o years)
have been around for a decade
no commercial success
tried early on
youth must have its fling
but we're settled and producing
we've
archived 73 cd's to date
just done a new one about a perverted robot
now play the odd gig
i play
solo where ever
whenever
whatever comes up


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